Itinerary of my Life:
“ What is this…?”asked showing a piece of paper to the audience…
“Its my itinerary of my life!!!”
I want a life with full of all luxuries and happiness of the world in one’s life!!!
“But is it written here???”
“Don’t know… may be!!!”
Actually, life is what that we never plan of….in a way similar to first BMTC bus journey, which I had expected to be a happy and wonderful journey…!!!”
It was 6:40am, 9th Sept, 2007, I waiting for the bus in NGV, Koramangla bus stop, carrying a heavy bag on my back, like a school kid.
Was very much scared and worried, knowing that I was only 2 days old to Bangalore. For the first time I was without my parents in the strange city, looking at strange people,
Ladies and gentle man
Yes, it was my first day at my first job at Bangalore. I was waiting for the bus to go to my office. When I turned my head towards right, my chubby cheek, pink face became long and pale, by seeing the slightly left tilted 201 bus coming, with it was 5 mins late from the usual time. The bus was overloaded with passengers and the passengers seems like hanging in the air, with one foot in the bus and another foot in the air. Within no time, Bus stopped at the stop, the bunch of people pushed me aside while getting into the bus and bus moved within the seconds. I ran behind the bus as if the dog trying to catch me. The whole drama was seen by the commuters who claimed before me and stopped the bus to help me. Finally I made it to the bus and felt like I won the Olympic medal in sprint. After taking a deep breath I thanked the courtesy of people in the bus who helped me.
The moment I entered into to the bus, I kept my bag near to the gear box and requested driver to inform me when the bus reaches Bomanahalli stop. Since I was not familiar with the bus route and the language in the city, I stood right behind the driver seat so that I can immediately get down from the bus when it reaches my place. After a bit struggle with overcrowded rush, the bus conductor finally reached me and I took the ticket. Meanwhile I was listening to the conversation from one lady, she said. “Kudkodi”, I thought she is telling me to jump, so I gave a small jump in my place and some ladies started laughing at me. I kept quiet, as I was not able to understand their language. Still, I was standing and I was oscillating like the pendulum of a clock, Holding the top rod.
When the bus stopped at the next stop, another fat lady entered inside the bus carrying a big basket full of flowers and kept her basket on my bag which was there on top of the gear box. When the bus conductor asked her for ticket, she gave him one garland of jasmine flowers. I was wondering people do exchange things still in place of money.
I heard some noise from the backside of the bus and I could realize that the passengers fighting with the bus conductor, asking for their remaining money and due to heavy rush, the bus conductor was not able to give them. By that time, I realized I was pushed to corner where men stands. Without even my knowledge.
One stranger was standing near to me and was constantly starring towards my neck as if he is going to steal my gold chain. For a minute, I started feeling uncomfortable and started sweating. After sometime, I gathered enough courage to raise my voice and shouted “what are you looking for…?” and His reply was ”Mam, please don’t misunderstand me, I was trying to say that your neck chain is going to fall down”. I couldn’t understand his helping nature but thanked him and kept my chain inside the bag before it slips from my neck.
When the bus reached Madiwala bus stop, the bus seemed like half empty and I could finally find a seat to sit behind the driver seat. The driver stopped the bus next to a vegetable vendor who had spread her wares on the footpath and the conductor got down to shop vegetables for both of them. Once the bus started, most of the commuters were mostly interested in the price the conductor paid for beans and carrots, and grimly tut-tutted about the rising cost of vegetables. All those passengers were fighting with the bus conductor sometimes ago, now, have become each other’s friend in sharing their daily life financial commitment.
Then finally the bus reached the destination where I wanted to reach “The CYIENT…Bomannalhali” that to in time.
I completed my job for the first day successfully.
Dear Toastmasters and guests
Like my that day’s BMTC bus journey which was struggling, entertaining, learning and a secure journey, each and every journey of our life is a kind of lesson, we meet so many challenges and people.
But No matter what happens in our life, we have to move on, Life is a journey, not a destination.
Life is a journey filled with lessons, hardships, heartaches, joys, celebrations and special moments that will ultimately lead us to our destination, our purpose in life. The road will not always be smooth; in fact, throughout our travels, we will encounter many challenges.
Some of these challenges will test our courage, strengths, weaknesses, and faith. Along the way, we may stumble upon obstacles that will come between the paths that we are destined to take. In order to follow the right path, we must overcome these obstacles. Sometimes these obstacles are really blessings in disguise, only we don’t realize that at the time. We meet many people and finally we feel that we meet all those people for a specific purpose. They are meant to serve some sort of purpose, to teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are and who you want to become. The timing of people coming into our lives is incredibly important as well.
Criticism is a part of my life, which helps me to grow in a bold and stronger manner…
As Kelly McGillis said “Life is a journey and it’s about growing and changing and coming to terms with who and what you are and loving who and what you are”